So my goal in life is to be a writer. How am I going to accomplish that? I’m going to accomplish it by studying music. Go figure. It’s all about performance; life is a stage, and all that. I dance, I write, I sing, I play the piano, I learn languages…an artist is someone who excels at hiding himself. Where am I going with this?
This is supposed to be a biography. Let me start over. I was born once, and from that point on I sort of had this peculiar habit of living. I still do. It’s one of those habits I can’t seem to kick. They say that if you can keep yourself from your habit for 2 weeks, you’ll be cured, but I’ve never been able to stay longer than a few minutes in some ketchup-filled scene.
So as I say, I’ve been alive for quite some time. I already said what I do with my life. Never mind. I’m bad at writing biographies. Just go read what I write. It says a lot more about me than I’ll ever be willing to bluntly say. And just for the record, I have an awesome boyfriend, so you can just go eat a pony.
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Posted at 6:16 pm EST on the 18th of July 2008 by V. K. Blake. Under Editor Biographies There are 6 replies. |
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Veni, Vidi, Vicki? I think NOT! Yeah, she’s a blockhead.
Vicki, that is absolutely brilliant. *dies laughing*
That’s what Bryan’s family reportedly says. Veni Vidi, Vicki, I mean. ^_^_^_^_^_^
Paragraph two is too original for this age… Other than that, I’m speechless.
!Noah!
Oh, and I forgot to mention…
Poor, poor pony.
!Noah!
I’d like to protest and say that this is the first time I’ve seen the phrase “Veni Vidi, Vicki” I think.